Everytime i started to think about my next travel, i feel that well know feeling everytime: joy / fear. Two mixed feelings but they represent me well. I'm scared because I never know what to expect from a trip, which it reserves unknowns to me, and I feel joy because I love to travel, pack my bags (yes, I'm weird), go to the airport, walking in a new city with lightness and curiosity typical of those who travel and want to discover new things. When i was younger (yes, i'm 26 XD), i was a disaster, a complete disaster. You looked at me you would have thought "how the hell do you dress?1?!", and quiet, I would not be offended, indeed I would have said to you that you were right. What a mess. When i was 14, one day, i was with my Dad waiting to do a medical control and to pass the time, my ...